#bdrpstarter

[flippin--corduroy]

Trees Créatif || Open

Life had all just been one big monotonous cycle lately. Go to work. Go home. Hang with Dipper. Maybe to go Pixie’s. Chat with girls on Tinder. She was just lacking in excitement and creativity. She wasn’t really working on any special side projects at Oaken’s which was unlike her. So, she figured it was a nice enough day, that she’d take her notebook out and hang out by the trees near the lakeshore to maybe get some inspiration. 

She sat cross legged under a tree, scribbling down little notes on types of wood and all the various things she thought she could made and just kept on pushing the two components together to see what seemed nice. Maple hutch. Mahogany arch. Cedar sidetable. But she still couldn’t get anything. 

So, she did what she normally did, she started doodling a schematic, starting with one line and then another to get some kind of design, her pencil shading in carved out pieces of the surface she was working with. The wind picked up and knocked the hat right up off her head and tumbling towards a pair of feet. 

“Whoa!” She chuckled and stood up, notebook in hand to jog after it, calling out to the figure, “You know, it would obviously go to show that the minute I’m productive, the winds change.”

[bakingxsparrowman]

Conspiracies and Jelly Donuts || Tipper

Swynlake was... relatively back to normal. Terence was relatively back to normal, too. He most certainly missed the whole part of it where you dreamed of a completely unrelated world, only to wake up the next morning with slightly traumatic memories and experiences you never lived. It almost felt nostalgic.

And so did most other things, except they were slightly different. When he was out in the streets, he saw familiar faces. But some others that were completely unknown, and some that even had changed so much that they felt unfamiliar. It was an odd thing to come back to when you'd been in the same town all your life prior to leaving it for the first time ever.

Another thing that was familiar but not quite? Dipper. Terence's relationship with Dipper was, as he liked to think, friendly and genuine. They were far from the boyfriends that were — particularly because they no longer were boyfriends — but he liked to think that, at some point, that possibility might come to pass once again, considering his own feelings toward the other.

And yet? There'd been radio silence once more. They didn't quite text every day, and most of the time, Terence felt like he had to use Shark as an excuse to do so. This time around, he'd actually managed to arrange a visit a few days before, and prepared accordingly.

By the time he arrived to the building, the sparrow man brought with himself a box with freshly baked goods and some new decor for Shark's tank. Proud of that, he had no problem knocking the door to Dipper's apartment. And after it not being answered, he reached for the handle and... it was unlocked?

"Hello? Dipper! Are you home?" he called out, sticking only his head into the gap between the wall and the door as he pushed it open. "...Dipper?"

@thedipster

[flameofpassion]

Hunting for some Booze... Brotha!

It had been around a month already since Lumière had left his French seaside town and taken residence in Swynlake. Benbow Apartment Complex was not as lavish of the housing he was used to back at his parents mansion of a home, but it definitely provided the safe and comfy space that he needed. The idea behind this move was to figure out why his hands and arms always turned to flames when he got aro... er.. excited and possibly prove to maman and papa that he could rise from the whole affair incident and amount to something. Maybe Eloise still had some love for him left and would take him back? He certainly had very slim chances of getting back with Mia, after the whole flaming hands incident, Mia hadn’t returned any of his calls or texts. I guess that’s what to be expected from booty calls.

This fairly chilly December evening, close enough towards his 27th birthday that he could count the days remaining on his well-kept fingers, Lumière felt like drowning out his personal sorrows with some good ol’ booze. Looking into his fridge, there was only some cream cheese, low-fat milk, and a singular bottle of lime seltzer water. Yuck. Ah of course, eating out all week has it’s plus and minuses..... to the bar I go.

After a nice walk through the forest Lumière sauntered into The Hunted Deer, the cool rustic bar he heard from occasional word of mouth throughout Swynlake. He was more of a club kind of guy, but the woodsy low-key aesthetic and tonight’s vibe definitely felt like staying in for some drinks here was the right move. He nodded at some of the patrons, somewhat forgetting he was still a newcomer to Swynlake, as he beelined right to a seat in front of the bar. Eyeing some of the drinks on the menu, he started to feel uneasy. Ohh mon dieu....Beer after beer after beer. He could only fear what a Sam Adam’s would do to his fit French physique. Flipping the menu over, he sighed in relief to see more than just beer. 

Gin and tonic, hah! No way. Rum and coke, not tonight. Hmm. Muttering aloud with no regard to who heard, Lumiere casually asked “Which drink’s got some... er, how you say... kick in it?”

@prince--thomas​

[gaberkinssss]

Where’s My Room? || Open

Gabriela walked into Pride University bags in tow, parents no where in sight. “I miss my mom and dad already. This would be so much easier if I knew at least one person here,” Gabriela sighed thinking to herself walking further into the school looking for the new students office. “I don’t even have a room assigned to myself, where in the world am I going to stay,” Gabriela looked at the map frustrated not knowing where to go. Gabriela throws the map on the floor, drops her bag and slides down the wall defeated.

[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

Parkour! Parkouch. || Open

It's 2020, JJ reasoned. Absolutely no one should be surprised by the kid doing parkour at the end of the high street. He wasn't exactly self conscious, or anything, he was just sick of the dirty looks from the little old ladies that shuffled along. The awed looks from the tourists, those he could stand. Those were cool.

But he was fresh off being grounded and it felt like months since he'd been able to just— stay out, and do things, and besides. Being stuck indoors had made the quality of his tiktoks go waaaaay downhill, in his own personal opinion, and he had a (minor) fanbase to please.

Not all of his stunts were to force his powers to the surface; some were just for clout.

Hence the leaping over walls and shit, which was going real well until about 5 seconds ago, when his ankle slipped and he lost his footing and suddenly he was rolling across the floor landing at the feet of... someone.

"Uh... hi."

[causeimmroogieboogie]

Quick Maths || Open

The election results hadn’t been quite as juicy as Oogie had hoped. Even if Al had got in and Oogie hadn’t, he’d been hoping he might be able to feed off the fury of one side at least. But apparently not. Everyone appeared to be a little too tame this time around. And in hindsight, his approach had probably split the vote for those that way inclined.

That said, having one (predominantly angry) chunk of society totally unrepresented in the town’s board wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, if you stirred them up a little.

His eyes skimmed the newspaper and the latest image of the updated town board with a faint twitch of his eyebrow. “It’s curious, don’t you think, that only three seats were up for re-election and somehow they were filled with four people.”

[lostinthewoods-kristoff]

Crumbs, crumbs everywhere || Open

One good thing about living in town: food. There was food everywhere, and it was all different, and it was all good. And sure, Kristoff would eat anything, but not the point; the food here was pretty damn good. Take, for instance, the bag of cinnamon cookies he’d picked up from the bakery and was now enjoying on a bench just outside of said bakery — very good, and only like, five solid minutes away from his place. Pretty sweet deal, even if it did mean waiting in line and speaking to real human people.

Which Kristoff was still contemplating when someone came out of the bakery, stumbled, and dropped their food quite spectacularly over the pavement. Crumbs everywhere, much to the delight of a few nearby pigeons, and Kristoff winced at the scene. “I take it that wasn’t meant to happen?”

[baenxietydad]

Play Ugly || Anxiety TM

@princess-ting-ting​

Right, so that was...interesting. Remind him to never get on Franny Robinson’s bad side. He feared people who were evil through and through like Arakel Tomassian, Mr. Armbruster, and Monique Boulet much less than kind people with knives behind their backs.

Marlin hadn’t left Ting-Ting all meeting, he’d stayed sat between her and Jun until everyone had stopped yelling and the meeting had been adjourned and she signaled to him she was ready to hurry out of there. He nodded to Jun and told him he’d see him at the store, and followed Ting-Ting out.

He wasn’t entirely sure what to do, or say. His own nerves were still on fire so he could only imagine how she felt, being on the receiving end of much of the evening’s vitriol.

“Are you okay?” Was all he could think of.

[terraxnakajima]

Time For Tea || Warrior Witch

The kettle whistled just in time.

Terra had just finished preparing the coffee table at the living room with pastries and cookies, and made sure the room was completely clean.

It wasn’t a special occasion, but it wasn’t unimportant. Naminé came over every so often, and Terra enjoyed setting his house up so that his guests felt completely comfortable.

As he finished preparations, the man looked at his phone. His friend wasn’t late yet, but it was already five minutes until their agreed-upon meeting time. So, he sat down on the chair by the door, and waited.

[featheredxdiablo]

Night Stroll || Anthony & Diablo

@asouthernvampire

Diablo took one last look into his messenger bag before stepping out the back door of the Court. He didn’t want to forget his keys again like he did the day before - it had been a hassle to fly all the way back and pick them up just so he could get a good night’s sleep.

Thankfully, everything was in place and the man started to make his usual way home. Thankfully his apartment building wasn’t super far, so it was just a fifteen minute walk.

It was a calm night. Most people didn’t seem to be out. As a matter of fact, Diablo couldn’t even see a single other person passing by. That was okay, though. He quite enjoyed walking by himself, because the town was, at the very least, pretty in most places.

The man skipped over a crack on the sidewalk and then focused on a nearby streetlight, which seemed to be dimmer than the others around it. Then he looked at the sky, and then at the stores that lined the street. He took a corner and yawned, yearning for his bed already.

Only a few more minutes, he told himself.

[the-noble-golden-dragon]

First Day Football Fun || Mulan & Terra

Mulan was exhausted. After travelling for hours, moving into her dorm room, buying all her school supplies, and looking for a job, all she wanted was to sleep for days. Life was not so kind, however, and continued to give her more responsibilities.

It was Mulan’s first day at her new job, assistant coach at Swynlake Secondary. Was she pushing herself a little too much to be on the Pride U football team and run around with teenagers all day? Maybe. But she needed the money, and she’d rather do something she loved over something that was easy.

She arrived at the school with little information. Just to find Tarou Nakajima. 

Poking around the gym, she found what she assumed to be his office and knocked on the door. 

@terraxnakajima

[flippin--corduroy]

Expectation Hanging in the Air [Wendy & You]

So, #hotgirlsummer was about to get on going this Pride Month. Wendy was dressed and ready to go and flirt with a cute girl. She was going to Pixie’s but her mind was going to be far away from the fairy who’d spun her around and left her confused. Now, hopefully the only spinning she did was with another girl or the hangover she might feel in the morning. 

She and Dipper presented a united front of wingman and wingwomanship at the club, but Wendy just couldn’t seem to settle on a person she wanted to ask to dance or buy a drink. She was being unusually picky. Dipper had seen someone he knew and went off to talk to them and Wendy decided to just go up and ask someone at the bar to at least start herself off. 

She headed over to the bar, waving down the bartender with a grin because they all knew her by now and ordering herself a whiskey sour before turning to the girl next to her (who had been facing away so really she had no idea who she was asking but fuck it, a girl was a girl and the best way to get over something was to make out with something else) and asking as she caught a glimpse of her, “Can I get you a drink?”

[outfit]

[bakingxsparrowman]

The First Time || Tipper

@thedipster​

Dipper and Terence’s relationship had existed for a few months now. While they’d definitely gotten together thanks to a pretty unusual series of events, and they’d been forced to face obstacles that made things difficult, the sparrow man liked to think they were doing pretty well. After all, they’d just visited Terence’s family, and his mother seemed to approve of Dipper. Much more than she approved of Terence, at the very least.

And yet, there were still things they had to explore in the relationship. Terence knew Dipper wasn’t exactly experienced in relationships with other men, and so he’d generally been taking things slower than usual. Also because, unlike past relationships, this one felt much more real to him and he didn’t want to mess things up.

However, time had passed, and this particular day seemed to have aligned in a particular way. Dipper had told Terence that Maui wouldn’t be around all day and had invited him over for the afternoon. 

It sounded like a good oportunity to try out new things together, so Terence fixed himself up real nice, set up a great romantic playlist (you know, just in case!) and went prepared in every sense of the word. He’d also been trying to set the mood by being extra flirty in his texts that day.

Right on time, Terence knocked on Dipper’s door, filled with confidence, wearing his best button-down shirt and having brushed his hair in just a bit more stylish way than usual.

[auntxmagica]

Sorcerer To Sorcerer || Rezica

Magica had to go to Town Hall to take care of some paperwork and ask some questions. After she was done with it and headed for hte exit, she actually saw a familiar face.

It wasn’t anyone she knew personally, no, but instead one of the members of the Town Board. She decided to approach, and smiled cordially.

“Mr. Kasraoui-Müller, isn’t it?” the woman asked out loud. “I do hope I’m not interrupting your activities, but I did want to greet you.”

@rezares​

[captainofthehispaniola-blog]

Exasperated Searching | Open

This was absolutely ridiculous. It shouldn’t be this hard for someone to find a job. It wasn’t as if she was homeless or insane. Did she look homeless or insane? 

Amelia stopped for a moment and looked down at herself. 

No. She looked perfectly normal, if not rather classy in her opinion, and getting turned away repeatedly was not how this day was supposed to go. 

When she looked up she saw someone walking. A person! This town was so dead right now it was crazy. 

“Excuse me,” she said, jogging to catch up. “Excuse me, but do you know where one might find a job in this god-forsaken place? I’ve been looking all day and it’s as if no one recognizes a good hire when they see one.” 

[displacedprincess]

This Does Not Spark Joy / Eleteo

@wizardroyale

Here’s the thing. Elena’s brain was still hooked on Tidying Up With Marie Kondo. Though her sixth floor apartment was a far cry from a palace, and she’d only lived in Swynlake for a year and a half, she’d stockpiled a veritable arsenal of belongings.

Partly because she had access to a filthy rich gargoyle dad who couldn’t say no to her, and gave her a credit card. But! She digresses.

She’d been going full KonMari on her things when she started to get a little hungry, so she figured now was as good a time as any for a breather. And a snack.

Snacktime was interrupted though, when she entered the kitchen to find her (ex)boyfriend best friend in front of the stove, several of her cookbooks open, and looking like he hadn’t a single clue what he was reading.

“Mateo, what the entire hell are you doing?” She teased, though, no really, she was concerned. “Your English is better than mine, so I know it isn’t the language of those cookbooks that’s got you looking like me in a math class.”